"So this is who I am,
And this is all I know,
And I must choose to live,
For all that I can give,
The spark that makes the power grow" " Immortality, Gibb Bros. Music
One of the reasons Elessaria had chosen this building for her new residence and parfumerie was because it was located near a particularly strong leyline that enabled her to manipulate the magical flows without draining too much of her personal reserves. After Connar had seen the empath safely home, she went to the second floor to prepare for her pilgrimage to Evandar. Her delicate fingers trembled and she wove the final sprigs of snow white freesia blossoms into her knee length golden hair in spite of the heat of the ritual bath she had soaked in for much shorter than she had wanted. She had forgotten her cloak at the Inn and the night's chill (in addition to her own frayed nerves) settled quickly once she was out of the warmth of her love's strong embrace. The elf slipped into the white lace dress, with threads of gold spun throughout the delicate elven silk and fastened the white silk ribbon about her neck so the gold flame pendant was nestled at the hollow of her throat. The silvery web of scars that marred her porcelain skin was a reminder of one of her past visits to the desolate battleground that had once been her homeland. Eless placed the simple circlet of gold upon her brow that marked her as "The Lady Fire of Evandar", grabbed the bouquet of white gardenias and headed up to the third floor.
It was here that young magess had practiced constructing a portal that would permit her to cross the fabrics of the multiverse and enter the heavily warded elven lands that had once thrived and celebrated the return of a magical gift that had been lost for generations. Eless could feel the hum of magic as the portal recognized her aura. She had keyed it to hers and only one other to ensure her safety. She had no idea what she would find on the other side since she had been captured amidst the Veils during the previous Spring Equinox and unable to renew the wards on this sacred day— for this was the day that not only celebrated her birth, but also mourned the death of Evandar. The magical portal pulsed with blue light along the door frame where she had placed it earlier on Thursday morning; its light caught and reflected upon the seamless silver colored band that graced her heart finger, as well as her father's signet ring which she wore upon the middle finger of her right hand. The empath drew in a long, slow breath, exhaled just as steadily and stepped through"
One of the reasons Elessaria had chosen this building for her new residence and parfumerie was because it was located near a particularly strong leyline that enabled her to manipulate the magical flows without draining too much of her personal reserves. After Connar had seen the empath safely home, she went to the second floor to prepare for her pilgrimage to Evandar. Her delicate fingers trembled and she wove the final sprigs of snow white freesia blossoms into her knee length golden hair in spite of the heat of the ritual bath she had soaked in for much shorter than she had wanted. She had forgotten her cloak at the Inn and the night's chill (in addition to her own frayed nerves) settled quickly once she was out of the warmth of her love's strong embrace. The elf slipped into the white lace dress, with threads of gold spun throughout the delicate elven silk and fastened the white silk ribbon about her neck so the gold flame pendant was nestled at the hollow of her throat. The silvery web of scars that marred her porcelain skin was a reminder of one of her past visits to the desolate battleground that had once been her homeland. Eless placed the simple circlet of gold upon her brow that marked her as "The Lady Fire of Evandar", grabbed the bouquet of white gardenias and headed up to the third floor.
It was here that young magess had practiced constructing a portal that would permit her to cross the fabrics of the multiverse and enter the heavily warded elven lands that had once thrived and celebrated the return of a magical gift that had been lost for generations. Eless could feel the hum of magic as the portal recognized her aura. She had keyed it to hers and only one other to ensure her safety. She had no idea what she would find on the other side since she had been captured amidst the Veils during the previous Spring Equinox and unable to renew the wards on this sacred day— for this was the day that not only celebrated her birth, but also mourned the death of Evandar. The magical portal pulsed with blue light along the door frame where she had placed it earlier on Thursday morning; its light caught and reflected upon the seamless silver colored band that graced her heart finger, as well as her father's signet ring which she wore upon the middle finger of her right hand. The empath drew in a long, slow breath, exhaled just as steadily and stepped through"